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The Seat of Learning, Part Four
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Letter From A Strict Mom II - "The Seat Of Learning"
Part 4
For answer, Dave reached to a little control panel that was
mounted on the reader pedestal. He flicked a switch. Nancy gave
a surprised grunt, although one couldn't tell by looking what was
happening to her.
"Owwww! Daddy, it hurts! Oh! Ooooh! Stop it!" Nancy yelled.
"Don't worry, dear, you'll get used to it. It's just to make you
more secure." I attempted to console the poor thing.
I knew what had happened. The dildo was designed so that with
the flick of a switch the part of it that was just above the sphincter
muscle would expand slowly to about an inch and a half in
diameter. The purpose was to further secure the hips of the
"trainee". Nancy found out about this right away, because she
tried to pull herself up off the suddenly quite uncomfortable item
inside of her. She appeared horrified to realize how stuck she was
and by what part of her body!
Dave now began to strap Nancy's legs to the chair at the thighs
and ankles - fixing them so that they were spread even a little
further apart than she already had them, while she whimpered and
moaned in fearful anticipation. Nancy knew enough to be sure that
The Seat Of Learning was going to be at the very least an
uncomfortable experience for her. In a couple more minutes her
legs, in their cute costume of shiny black shoes an white socks,
were secured to the chair legs and her arms to the chair back.
Dave seemed to take special care in pulling Nancy's arms back as
far as they would go before securing them, so that Nancy's pretty
young breasts would stick out.
"Ohhh! What a-a-are you going t-t-to do to me? Please tell me!"
came the heartfelt plea.
No answer was forthcoming, except that Dave now knelt between
Nancy's legs and fiddled with the front of the chair seat. A catch
was loosened and Dave pulled out a rectangular section of the
chair seat and set it aside. This left a gap about three inches wide
running from the center of the front edge of the seat to well under
Nancy's crotch. One effect of this was that her cunt was now
hanging over empty space. It was also more clearly seen that this
delicate organ was pouting a bit, due to the spread of Nancy's
thighs, and exposing some of its pink, glistening inner tissues to
whatever ministrations the cruel world chose to subject them to.
Since Nancy's big breasts prevented her from seeing the results of
this very clearly, Timmy thoughtfully grabbed each nipple and
pulled apart Nancy's breasts. "Here, Nancy, have a look!" he
exulted. She gasped as she looked down at her plump hairless
pussy and the empty spaces underneath it.
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This is probably the best time to tell about how *I* was introduced
to the Seat Of Learning about one week previous and how I helped
Dave perfect it.
One day, after having spent many evenings in his workshop, Dave
said he wanted to show me something and led me into the
workshop. First Dave had me look at the seat of the chair. I saw
nothing unusual - a fairly flat wooden chair seat with a cloth
"skirt". Then he reached down and pulled a rectangular section
out of the seat, about three inches wide and running front the
middle of the seat-front back to a little past the very center of the
seat. I was mystified, but excited at the same time. Clearly if
someone were to sit on the chair after this slat had been removed
his or her genitals would be hanging over empty space, although I
had very little idea of what the implications of this might be.
Dave asked me if I would care to have a seat. I was a bit hesitant,
but decided to go along with it and started to sit in the chair. He
stopped me, and had me lift up my skirt and then sit down so that
my underpants were resting on the chair seat (and my lightly
covered pussy was, like I had thought, hanging out over the space
left by the removed slat).
Dave gave me my bunched up skirt to hold onto and said, "Spread
your legs, dear. A little farther. Good." My legs were spread
about as far as they could go, hanging over either edge of the chair.
Dave fastened each thigh to the side of the chair with straps that I
hadn't noticed before. Then he fastened each ankle to the bottom
of each front chair leg. I began to feel a bit nervous.
Then Dave rearranged my skirt so that I looked quite proper again.
Only the ankle straps could be seen.
Next, he swung the "book holder" in front of me and raised it so
that it was right in front of, and very close to my face. I noticed
that it was not really a book holder, but...something else. In front
of my eyes was some kind of a multiple choice test on what looked
to be about a 2 foot by 2 foot piece of paper that was fitted into
sliders.. At the top of the test the title read "Biology, Week 6".
Each question had five answers to choose from, with a little circle
for each answer. However, these circles were actually holes in the
page, and they actually fit directly over matching holes in the
underlying material of the "holder". I looked into one of these
holes, it seem to have metal sides and to be about a quarter of an
inch deep.
Dave then pulled both arms behind the chair and attached my
wrists to straps that had apparently been lurking there.
"Here's your `pencil', darling." said Dave, handing me a pencil-
like or pen-like object that had a wire coming out of its side. The
wire went straight up to a bar I also hadn't noticed which led back
into the pedestal holding the "book holder". Instead of a lead or a
ball-point, the pen appeared to have a simple metal point. The
other end was simply smooth, round plastic. I was clearly meant
to take the round end in my mouth, which I did.
"Now, dear, the test is about to begin. When I start it, with this
little switch, a little light will turn on by the first question. You
will then have 30 seconds to read the question and push your pen
into the hole next to the correct answer. If you miss that, there
will be a penalty, and you'll then have ten seconds to try again. If
you miss that, there will be another penalty, a bit stronger one.
You'll then have ten more seconds for one more try, which, if you
miss it, will result in a quite stronger penalty. As soon as you
either answer a question correctly or exhaust your three tries, the
focus will shift to the next question, and you will start again with
thirty seconds. Good luck."
I wanted to say, "But wait, I'm not ready!" but I couldn't because
of the pen in my mouth. Dave flipped the switch, and the "holder"
adjusted itself so that the first question was right in front of my
eyes and the five answer holes were within easy reach of the pen in
my mouth. I read the question.
"The author of "On the Origin of Species" was:
a) Isaac Newton
b) Gregor Mendel
c) Charles Darwin
d) Michael Jackson
e) Madame Curie
My mind went blank. I guessed and pushed the pen-point into the
hole by letter "a". I felt something smack into my pussy, causing
an intense, sharp, sting. I screamed in surprise and the pen fell out
of my mouth. Apparently, Dave had thought this out, because the
pen was hanging from the wire just below my chin. I was able to
grab it with my teeth in a couple of seconds. I knew I had little
time left and in a panic I picked "d".
Splat! Again my pussy felt something smack into it, but this time
it was much harder. It hurt like the dickens! I yelled through my
teeth, but somehow managed to hold onto the pen. The burning
pain in my cunt made it hard for me to focus my eyes, but I
managed to poke randomly - with a stroke of luck, I picked "c".
My relief when I realized I was not going to get another "penalty"
was deep and heartfelt.
I thought to myself, "My God! What would the next one have
been like?" Then I noticed that the "holder" was moving the next
question into place. I dropped the pen and begged, "Dave, please,
stop! I've had enough!"
Dave reached behind the holder and flipped the switch. The lights
went dim. I was shaking and my poor pussy was throbbing!
Dave began undoing my straps. He said, "Well, what do you
think, my dear."
Through a haze, I managed to say, "It's very...effective."
"What do you think of the calibration? That is, are the strokes too
hard, or too soft for maximum educational benefit?"
"I-I think...I think they're...well, maybe a little on the hard side,
darling." I managed to say as the throbbing in my pussy continued,
"Certainly we don't want to err on the side of laxness..., but we d-
don't want to b-bruise Nancy's poor thing too badly." Gradually I
was coming back to normal as the pain subsided to a dull throb. I
began to get excited about the thought of Nancy sitting in the same
spot I had been sitting in.
Dave seemed thoughtful. "Hmm, yes, you're right..."
"Let me see what was whacking me!" I requested as I rose
awkwardly from the torture chair.
Dave pulled the cloth skirt from the chair - it was held on by
velcro! Underneath the seat of the chair, bolted to the legs, was
what appeared to be a light leather strap attached to a short metal
arm on an electric motor. The strap was about 2 inches wide. So
that was the object to which I owed my smarting puss!
"It has three speeds..." Dave began.
"That, I figured."
"They can be calibrated - I'll need your help to get it right."
"That's asking a lot, but I-I'll do it for the sake of Nancy's future."
Dave expanded a bit more on his concept. The "subject" could be
completely clothed - as I was - so the "sessions" could take place
in a "normal" family setting, in the den for example. Dad could be
reading the New York Times in his arm chair. Timmy could be
playing "Doom" on the computer. I could be reading the latest
Danielle Steele novel. The "subject" would look like a normal
schoolgirl doing her studies. OK, I admit that the fact that her
hands would be tied behind her back and that she would be
holding a pen with her teeth might look a bit odd, but other than
that everything would appear normal.
Of course if the "subject" wasn't doing very well on the test, the
*sounds* in the room would be anything but normal - a lot of
snapping and a lot of squealing, along with perhaps some weeping
and some pleading. Hopefully all of that would die down over a
few weeks as the "subject" became more adept in her studies.
It took a few days - the calibration that is. I could only take a little
bit at a time. We mostly used the slowest of the three speeds -
varying it up and down - to save wear and tear on my little honey
box. Dave had what I thought was a very useful suggestion. He
noted that our goal was "maximum aversion" with "minimum
injury". He noted that a stroke that causes "x" amount of pain
through fabric and other impediments must be at a faster speed
than if the impediments weren't there. For example, compare a
stroke (stroke A)given to a target covered with 1) cotton panties
and 2) a luxuriant growth of curly hair with a stroke (stroke B)
given to an uncovered, completely bald target. If the strokes are
set so that they cause an "equivalent" amount of pain, then stroke
A must be stronger, or at a faster speed, than stroke B. But there
will be another difference - the type of effect on the target. Stroke
A, being harder and not hitting naked skin, will tend to have a
"deeper", more bruising effect than stroke B, which will do more
of its work on the surface of the target - producing more of a sting,
but less likelihood of any long lasting effect. We agreed that the
latter effect was what we were after.
The result of these meditations? We decided that Nancy would not
be wearing either panties or hair on her pussy when she was in one
of her "educational sessions". She could of course be dressed
completely normally otherwise. This decision was made
completely for Nancy's benefit of course, as were all of our efforts
in this project!
All of these factors were included in doing our calibrations,
including the fact that Nancy had an unusually plump and springy
cunt, which was thus less susceptible to injury than mine. This
fact allowed us to calibrate the speed upward a touch or two.
Factoring in the fact that Nancy was younger and in general more
robust than me allowed another notch upward. In addition, once
we had come to what we thought was the optimal set of speeds, we
notched them up a little bit more - so that we could be as sure as
possible of the effectiveness of the treatment. We figured that we
could always keep a close eye on the target area during Nancy's
initial session to make sure that things weren't going too far.
This last requirement - being able to keep an eye on the "target
area" - was what led us to decide that Nancy's first session would
be in the nude. Yes, it's true that, strictly speaking, she only had to
be naked from the waist down for us to have the view we needed.
I suppose it was mostly considerations of aesthetics and symmetry
that decreed that Nancy would be bare on top as well as on bottom.
Another factor, actually, was that we felt that anything that added
to the "aversive" quality of this first session would add to the
"short, sharp shock" to quickly get Nancy going in the right
direction. Certainly being naked in front of her dad and her hated
younger brother would qualify!
Interestingly, after all of our work we ended up with a calibration
which was just a notch or two below the original settings that I had
found so "effective". We also experimented with the quality of the
leather in the strap and decided on a thinner, lighter, smoother
grade calculated to produce the greatest surface sting with the
minimum of bruising and abrading.
During our testing we noticed that even though my legs were
pretty securely attached to the chair, I could still move my bottom
about a little - to the side, up and down, and even forward or back,
and thus partially move my pussy out of the direct line of fire.. In
order to have maximum effect, it was important that the strap and
the "target" be properly aligned. We wanted the very tip of the
strap, the fastest moving part of it, to connect right over the
"subject's" clitoris. Obviously one couldn't have the subject
moving the target area about very much.
Dave was equal to the task, and showed me his solution the very
next day. The chair didn't exactly look normal anymore, for
protruding upwards from the seat, at a strategic spot, was what
appeared to be a longish, thin anal dildo. Again I was asked to
"test it out". I agreed, but with some hesitation I must say. Dave
thoroughly coated the object with vaseline and I after having
removed my panties, and hoisted my skirt, very gingerly sat down,
slowly impaling myself. Since the dildo was thin, it actually
wasn't very difficult or painful.
As soon as I was completely seated, Dave said, "Comfy?" And
before I could answer he flipped another of his infernal switches.
To my amazement, I could feel the thing inside my rear expand,
not to the point of pain, but it was suddenly fairly uncomfortable.
"The size increase ensures that you stay put." said my helpful
husband, "Try getting up."
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